I said, "My youth is gone Like a fire beaten out by the rain, That will never sway and sing Or play with the wind again." I said, "It is no great sorrow That quenched my youth in me, But only little sorrows Beating ceaselessly." I thought my youth was gone, But you returned -- Like a flame at the call of the wind It leaped and burned; Threw off its ashen cloak, And gowned anew Gave itself like a bride Once more to you. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DESOLATE FIELD by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS RELIGION by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE MEMORY OF MARTHA by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR FANCY, FR. THE MERCHANT OF VENICE by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE PARRHASIUS by NATHANIEL PARKER WILLIS SUMMER NIGHT by KENNETH SLADE ALLING FULL-CIRCLE by MAXWELL ANDERSON |